Cassidy Quistorff Cianciolo

Reflections

There were several moments in which I questioned my sanity when I took nothing but my filled backpack and camera with me to spend the final weeks of the year in the middle of the Panamanian jungle. Because I was a naïve college sophomore, my parents feared it was actually a secret cult that was just miraging itself as a primate rehabilitation sanctuary. While the cult theory never came to fruition, they were right that it was not everything it appeared to be.